Chapter 5: The Voice on the Line

At first, he managed to keep a straight face and tried to go along with it but once our lips were about to touch, he jumped back. As soon as he realised that he  once again  lost our little game, he stomped his foot. "Bóllocks!"

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‎"Sucker!" I giggled, reaching into my cardigan and pulling out my work phone; my personal phone was still upstairs and hardly ever got used if I was being honest. I switched it back on.

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‎ "Wait until next time," Zach huffed at me, turning towards the sofa and sticking his hand between the cushions. He must have lost his phone down there somewhere while we were watching the film.

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‎ "Looking forward to it," I teased and helped him look since it usual took awhile for my phone to load up. Between the two of us searching, it didn't take long to find. I handed it to him. "I'm gonna head upstairs, talk dirty to some dudes, grab a shower, change into my pyjamas, get some more horny people off, read a book then go to bed."

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‎ Zach took the phone off me and nodded. "Sounds like a damn good plan," he told me, holding up his hand. I smiled and gave him a high-five.

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‎ One of the hardest parts about my job was keeping things fresh and coming up with new ideas. Which is why I loved working with Zach. He was a man, he knew what men liked, so whenever I felt like I needed something different, he was my go to guy.

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‎ New customers were always the easiest to please. No matter what I said, it was fresh to them. Exciting. It was my recurring customers that I needed to work harder on. There was only so many ways I could describe a blow job before it started sounding like I was repeating myself and when I got that feeling of deja vu, I worried that my client was too.

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‎ Oh, and trying to work out what a guy liked was just as difficult. Sometimes I felt like banging my head against the wall. It was almost like a seriously fucked up game of I-spy.

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‎ "I spy with my little eye..." Imaginary me says with a hopeful voice. "A foot fetish? No? Fuck." I was rocking back and forth now, losing all hope. "I spy with my little- oh, I know! Voyeurism?" I practically begged, thinking about how if this one doesn't work, I'm going to pull my brains out with a spoon through my eye sockets. "...Golden showers?"

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‎ Okay, I was being a bit over dramatic but you got the point. It was frustrating, more so when the client was shy and didn't even know what they liked themselves.

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‎ Deciding that I was getting cranky, more than likely because I was tired, I thought it was best if I finished half hour early tonight. I shouldn't really because I've already lost two or three hours worth of work already, but I'd already made enough money to cover my half of the rent and bills this month, and I still had a week to get more to cover food and whatever else I needed.

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‎ So yeah, I'd finish early.

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‎ Yawning, I pulled the covers out from underneath my arse before throwing them over me. I was already in my pyjamas - a loose pair of pink shorts and a white strap top - and my book was sitting next to me, waiting to be read.

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‎ But just as I picked up my phone, ready to turn it off, a new number flashed on the screen. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if it was worth leaving. Only problem was, with it being a new customer, it would leave a bad impression and they wasn't likely to come back.

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‎ "Damn," I muttered under my breath, knowing the profession business woman in me couldn't risk losing what could end up being a recurring customer. As far as I knew, this phone call could change my career. I snorted at that. Highly unlikely but it was going to bring in extra money which was a good enough reason for me. "Just this last one then I'm going to bed," I told myself.

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‎ I placed the earphones back into my ears and pressed the green button on my touch screen. "Hey there, handsome." There was a pause and I briefly wondered if they'd decided to hang up on me when he finally spoke.

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‎ "Hey," he responded simply, sounding kind of awkward.

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‎ "You caught me just in time," I spoke naughtily. "Oh?" he sounded kind of intrigued but the awkwardness remains. He was probably just shy, or clueless as to what to do. "Why is that?" For a moment, I was taken back by how much I was attracted to his voice. That had never happened to me before and he'd barely said five words to me. Masculine and educated and gruff. 

Swoon.

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‎ "Um..." I tried to get back into character while scolding myself. The conversation had only just started, I couldn't be screwing up already. Get your head in the game, girl. "Because I'm wet and needing a man to help me out." Internally, I winced. That was pretty weak considering how good I usually was at this.

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‎ He doesn't seem to think the same because he released a sexy, "Shit. I-" He was breathing heavily and I waited for him to finish, sensing he had something else he wanted to say. "I don't know if this was a good idea," he admitted after a moment.

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‎Fuck, I was losing him and I was losing him fast. I needed to think quickly if I wanted to keep him on the line. I didn't want to admit it but my interest in this man went beyond the money I was earning from him. He'd ignited something in me. "Wait! Please," I breathed to him. "I-I'm so horny. I need you. Please? Just stroke your dick for me. I need it." There we go; I knew I could do better.

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‎ "Damn it," he hissed out and then there was a sound of a belt buckle and I knew I had him. "What'd you need, sweetie? Tell me," he demanded and for the first time since doing this job, I felt a wave of lust hit me.

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‎ Swallowing in an attempt to bring moisture back to my dry mouth - it all seemed to have headed down south, if you know what I mean - I responded to him truthfully, "You." Jesus, I shouldn't of been doing this but before I could stop myself, my left hand was slipping underneath my strap top and finding my perky breasts. "I need you, please-," I paused for a second. I didn't know if it would work but if I was right about him, this was going to do down a treat. For both him and for me.

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